Joanne forgets everything during the interrogation

All four of the women were cuffed, and clad only in blankets the police gave them as cover for the harsh winter and light snow, and taken in to the nearest precinct. They were fingerprinted and their mugshots taken, and everyone was brought into interrogation rooms to explain their sides of the story.

"Ma'am," the detective asked her for her identification and began pleasantries, "I have to give you your Miranda warning, okay?"

"That's fine," Joanne accepted as the cop read everything out and Joanne agreed to talk.

"So, what brings you up here?"

"Ummm," Joanne forgot she was on vacation, "I think for business. I'm a travel agent."

"Oh, are you in for the convention?" the cop perked up, "the one in Schaumburg?"

"Yeah!" Joanne perked up and smiled brightly.

"Well, that's interesting. And you were staying her at an AirBnB?"

"Yes..." Joanne answered hesitantly.

"And you showed up naked...?"

"I think so..."

"Hmmm, that might be public indecency..."

Further questioning yielded no results, however, as the cop hit his head against the wall against Joanne's ditzy forgetfulness, unlike his colleagues in the other three rooms.

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Eventually the people were released on their own recognizance, as the police kicked them out and told Walkowicz to give everyone their clothes back.

"Oh, by the way, ma'am," the cop turned to Joanne, "do you need a ride to the convention?" The cop knew from his colleagues that no one else had said anything about a convention, but figured he'd ask the businesswoman just in case. Sam and Lacey looked toward each other, smiling at the possibility.